I am unearthed. And alive. Those responsible will pay with blood. What is this fantasy geekball? An amulet, a talisman of evil? The spring of new birth means nothing to me, but the wind smells fresh before the storm on the horizon.

I must once again bring steel to my enemies, but first, who are these that have allied themselves with me ... ?

Disclaimer: This is Max, the team manager. I've put this team together for Fantasy Geekball, but Conan is unruly. At heart, Conan is a nice guy. He just likes to take charge. You will hear from me on occassion, but I'm too busy behind the scenes. Most likely, you'll hear from Conan. Not surprising, since he's so boisterous and vocal. If anyone has serious problems--broken limbs, gouged eyes, eviscerated bowels--then contact me directly. I have good insurance.

What gods do you pray to? I once prayed to Crom ... but I will not pray to him anymore, he never did listen. I have died, and I have been before him, and he asked me, "What is the riddle of steel?" I knew the answer, and I was not cast out of Valhalla. Crom is as strong as a mountain ... but I laughed in his face.